Pinned and Facing Heaven Ch. 01
My arms were pinned above my head and I stood bare against a cool stone wall. Similar barriers framed the dim orange-yellow room lit by obtuse, dripping candles, like something of a medieval flick. My chest was still heaving from the fear and adrenaline of the past few hours. Sweat caressed my naked curves. This place was humid as hell for some pit in the ground. My head was still spinning when I noticed him, his frame outlined in the doorway. His stance was casual, relaxed with his shoulder against the wall and arms crossed in front of him. My eyes wandered and a bolt tumbled down my back as his full, casually uncovered body came into sight. He wore nudity like some mythic god–soft, hairless skin, glistening from the heat and moisture of the …